18 Chapter 17: Unwanted attention
Overlooking his 7.7 square mile estate 111 miles east of Medellin called Hacienda Nápoles, drug lord, philanthropist and as of lates President of Colombia Pablo Emilio Escobar Gaviria controls not only 90% of the cocaine smuggled into the States, but all of over the world.
Not having to avoid the state, but being the state Pablo is faced with an inconvenient truth, that being the States guerrilla operations against his business. As a drug lord, he knows who the enemy of the people is, but as president, he is unable to produce evidence without incriminating himself.
Thinking about this dilemma Pablo receives some disturbing news from one of his spies in the border patrol of the States. The message is short and to the point. -Border patrol will get Pioneer Drones from private source.-
''Shit!'' Pablo shouts while hammering his fist onto his desk. ''Aren't these guys still occupied fighting the communists!'' Taking out his encrypted satellite phone he calls his foreign minister.
Angrily he tells him. ''Get me the name of the bastard that is selling drones to the border patrol despite me giving out the order to not sell them any.''
Without waiting for a reply Pablo ends the call to get himself a drink and find his wife or lover for some good time.
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While being blissfully unaware that I had gotten some unwanted attention from a man that I would have liked to greet with a bullet when still being in the military, I was still flirting with two beautiful women.
''Oh, you didn't just say that!'' Says Aubrey while Sarah is giddy to hear me repeat myself.
''Veux-tu faire l'amour avec moi??'' So I repeat myself asking her in French if she would like to make love with me.
''I definitely love your french. It is like you don't even have an accent!'' Exclaims Sarah stary eyed looking at me. -Good, I like this girl/ woman/ starlet or whatever the media might call her.-
''So? Don't you have to check up on your social media?'' Asks Aubrey charmingly smiling at Sarah, but shooting me a piercing stare. -If we had her in the army we wouldn't be needing the expensive armor piercing bullets.-
Feeling the woman's stare at me signaling me to get rid of Sarah for a moment, I say. ''If you want to check up on Social media the TV in the game room is a smart TV and connect to the internet. You can use it if you want.''
''Thanks.'' Says Sarah jumping up from next to me, giving me a peck on the cheek and raising into the game room.
Now all alone an awkward silence descents between me and Aubrey, Sarah's special friend.
Breaking the silence Aubrey takes the breakfast knife and points it at my balls saying accusingly. ''So sailor or soldier, you want to take my girl!''
''She is hardly yours. From what I can tell you two are just friends with benefits.'' I tell her totally ignoring her thread to my balls, knowing that I can easily disarm and strangle or stab her with it without making a noise. -Just another body in the swamp.-
''What do you know about Sarah, aside from what is printed in the media?'' Aubrey asks defeated putting the knife back next to her plate seeing that I don't even react to it.
''I hardly even know what the media is saying about her. As you know I am just discarded from the army. Sarah and I met coincidentally at the airport.'' I tell the woman, but keeping my knowledge to myself. -If I wanted to I could always look up on you guys in the CIB database.-
''Than let me give you a rundown. Sarah's biological dad a sailor by the name of Lieutenant Harry James was killed in combat. Not even a year later after the funeral her mother then James, now Cynthia Kyle married her rumored high school sweetheart billionaire Jack Kyle.
Around a year after her half brother Christopher Kyle now a public prosecutor was borne. Seeing her mother built herself new family and forgetting her old one truly hurt Sarah and their relationship was never the same. Things got worse when Sarah hit stardom by just uploading a stupid song to the internet. The only person she still talks normally in her family is her youngest brother William Kyle who is an artist.''
Getting the gist of Sarah's family situation I am curious about how Aubrey fits into the picture, so I ask. ''And who are you to her?''
Smiling wickedly the brunette states. ''I am her friend, lover, mistress... now I guess two of them have to be changed. Or do you want both of us in your bed?''
Knowing that this would be a sure trick question I answer her honestly. ''I am just back a few days. I didn't plan on starting my own little harem. I just want to explore how fare this thing between Sarah and me can go...''
''Good answer. Now I now that you care about her... but if you ever and to share her with me just call me.'' Says Aubrey handing me a businesses card. -Mistress Aubrey Anderson.-
''Mistress?'' I ask curiously what Sarah needed a mistress for.
Smiling charmingly Aubrey states. ''It would be best if you and Sarah talk about that when you get there.''
Before I can ask another question I hear a surprised scream coming from the game room. Taking the kitchen knife I followed by Aubrey run into the game room only to find Sarah petrified in front of the TV, which is showing a zoomed in photo of her and me.
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After leaving the kitchen and her two very important people behind in the kitchen Sarah needs several attempts to finally lock into her online account. Seeing her own face appear on the TV screen, she is reminded who and for what purpose created the profile, that being her mother and with the intention being the creation of a public likable persona.
'Face Tweet' was the perfect platform to do exactly that. As the go-to online social media and social networking service 'Face Tweet' can claim, that every 7 out of 10 people worldwide are registered users. It is only logical, that the ever so informed Cynthia would use the service to promote her daughter.
Looking at her profile picture Sarah can only sneer at her own very conservative and very girl-next-door image. She is a twenty-eight not twenty-one for god's sake. Checking her pin board her blood suddenly runs cold.
Not only had someone (most likely Cynthia) posted an old picture of her and Robert, using very suggestive filters but also used suggestive comments. Becoming more and more angry with her mother Sarah at first doesn't notice that the picture had been posted in response to another post.
Clicking onto the like of the previous post, she has suddenly flooded with pictures of herself and Henrys coincidental meeting at the airport. The post was titled: Sarah James secret soldier boyfriend. Looking at the angle and build quality one might truly think that they had known each other for years instead of mear minutes before the pictures were taken.
Scrolling down Sarah begins to read the comments of the post.
Aside from the classical oh no the woman I was jerking of to for years now has a boyfriend that can kill my comments, there are some very racist and/ or inappropriate ones sprinkled in between. The majority of comments were please for her not to leave Robert for an anonymous soldier.
-They didn't see Henry's abs or back. Contrary to Robert in the movies he is not the product of post-production. Maybe I should post a picture of these?- She thinks remembering him making breakfast in nothing but his cute retro shorts.
Scrolling through most comments Sarah is surprised that the majority of comments are neutral only demanding a clarification. Returning to her own fake post and reading the comments below there, she can't hold back a surprised and shocked scream, looking at a totally doctored picture of herself wearing a wedding dress and Henry a classic black suit. Standing petrified in front of the TV Sarah asks herself. -Do I want that...-
